I don’t get to see my father often, him being Lucifer and Ruler Of The Underworld and all.
And despite the fact that we now live in a world of technical advancements, Hell apparently, doesn’t have ipads or computers.
As such, I hardly ever hear from him, although this is not such a bad thing as he is the classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of his mouth and the size of his brain. Nonetheless, I bet the poor man has hardly anytime at all to meet up with friends.
I mean you have to feel sorry for the man. No parties…
No time to meet hot women…
And no time to just have fun…
Is it any wonder that I only get to see him for about four weeks out of the year? Maybe when I’m older will he want to willingly spend any amount of time longer than a month with me. But I have the distinct feeling that by then, I won’t really care.
*Captioned pictures by Mother*